By Kendra Roehl “Mommy is this right?” My daughter shows me the note she’s writing. There are pictures of herself and her siblings taped haphazardly alongside her printed words. “It’s close!” I reply. “Well, what

meet Michaela

Michaela is semi-crunchy mama, living with Love and exploring the crossroads of faith and #MamaGrief through writing. She lives in Canada with her husband and two boys. She also mothers Florence, her 3 year old girl in heaven. You can often find her in the garden or rearranging her home with thrifted treasures.PS: Her words can be found more frequently as mini blogs on Instagram.

Florence Marigold

March 7th 2012- May 9th 2015

She was our flourishing, flower child who continued to bloom in the midst of her battle with Spinal Muscular Atrophy type 1. Flo liked Tinkerbell, music, Elmo, and books; but she was the happiest when she was with her mama + daddy.

The #MamaGrief community was created shortly after Florence died. I really needed a public place to express my grief, specifically as a mother. I think healthy grief demands recognition by society as a normal part of life. Turns out, thousands of others need this space too and have shared using this hashtag.